![]() ![]() It is a world, as Max tells us as the film opens, of fire and blood. This earth is a disintegrating one, fraying, blistering, and roiling. The sharp burning of the desert sun is only mollified by the heavy oceanic blues of night, mocking in their resemblance to the sea. ![]() Sand clings to and roughens bodies – shoves its way into lungs. Not rain, but masses of boiling sand and overgrown branches of lightning. Instead, miles are swallowed by dry, coughing storms.
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